Someday You'll Find Me (Eric Northman/ True Blood)

Crash and Burn

When Ciree and Stan arrived at my front door, Baker looked well; Ciree did an exceptional job caring for him. Not that I cared about Stan's well-being, but for now he would be useful in my negotiations with the Queen. 

"Ciree, my son." I beckoned him, caution cultivated my features as I stepped closer to my handsome child. "Stay here and protect your mother." It was my first command, and I hoped he would comply. 

"Eric-I mean, dad, where are ya'll goin?" He asked me, genuine concern was visible upon his face, and at that moment, I wanted Ciree to know me better; I wanted him to be apart of me.

"Follow me," I asked of him and then I took off as fast as I could; I was testing to see how fast my son really is.

And as I expected, he's fast... Fuck...he's fast for someone so young. He was on my heels in less than a second. He followed me as I led him to my balcony upstairs in my room.

"Blood bond with me my son," I asked him as we stood alone; only the full alabaster moon would be our witness.

"Uh, yeah K..." His eyes became unbelievably big and round like his mothers.

With a little hiss, I barred my fangs, "Your turn..." I instruct him. For a moment he stares at me, processing it all and then with a low growl, his impressive fangs drop. Awkwardly, he glares at me as I slowly bring my wrist near his incisors and, finally he absorbed what was happening.

"Oh yeah.." he mumbled nervously as I pull his wrist to my mouth and I press mine to his. When I bite down on him, he instinctively does the same to mine. His eyes squeeze shut as he drinks from me and I find my eyes growing heavy as I drink in my son. His blood is of sweet nectar, identical to his mother's. Straightaway my mind is seized, I am bombarded with strange and vivid images of mountain peaks, stormy seas, snowy landscapes, banquets and women, many images of beautiful women. My son's future just flashed before my eyes.

"We are one Ciree, we are family now, my child."

"Yes, Eric- I mean Dad." He beamed at me lovingly.

Now that I am bonded with my Tara and Ciree, I was able to leave my house feeling sated. 

Stan and I walked past a white Rose Royce with black tinted windows, and two of the Queens guards in the parking lot of Fantasia. As we entered the front doors, I was immediately greeted by Pam, and abruptly my mind was swept into her feeling of nervousness. Of course, her perfectly made-up face displayed a condescending leer, she was a pro at not showing any vulnerability. But inside she was very agitated; slightly frightened. Sophie Ann's visits always perturbed my progeny. She knew that our pockets would become considerably lighter once the Queen had her way. Sophie and Bill sat at the bar. I slid into the bar-stool next to the Queen.

"What do I owe this meeting Queen Sophie Ann?" I ask, although, I am sure my insolence aurora superseded my obviously forced smile and polite tone.

"Cut the bullshit Northman, you killed my solider and your subordinate owes me lots of money."

"How may I make amends Ms. Leclerq?" I continue my polite facade, even though it pains me to be cordial to this greedy bitch and her opportunistic flunky.

"Don't fuck with me, you know what I want from you." She stood from her seat hissing.

"How much...?" I ask, stifling my agitation. 

"100- grand total, 75 for Stan and 25 for killing Liam."

Fuck! This is becoming a routine that I cannot afford to keep having with this wretched whore.

"How long do I have?" I asked knowing I would have to sell my property in St. James Parish or the cabin in St. Andrew. Pamela will have to move out and live with us for a while.

"Eric!" Pam pipes, "you aren't really considering paying this greedy cunt are you?"

I hear a guttural snarl and in less than a second, the 400-year-old Queen had my progeny pinned to the wall by her throat. "I thought you liked cunts, Pam!" Sophie growled while squeezing Pam's throat tighter.

I rushed over and pulled the offensive woman off my child and flung her across the bar. Her backside slammed into a set of mirrors. Sophie's Progeny felt her Sire's distress and rushed in. And suddenly I feel shards of the wood splinter in my back as I was thrashed with a chair. 

Pam instantly takes on the young vampire and she proves to be no match for my ravenous child. While I quickly stood to my feet, Pamela grabbed the baby vampire and threw her across the room. She landed onto a table crashing right through it.

A vengeful Stan took advantage of the opportunity and rushed Bill; the two vampires began to fight wrathfully. Unexpectedly, my ears are assaulted by the death wail of Sophie Ann's progeny. I witness Pamela quickly and effortlessly send her to the true death. A broken sharp edge of the wooden table was the weapon, the vampire burst open and Pamela is blasted by an endless spout of blood as the vampire dissolves into a bloody heap all over the floor.

Sophie Ann screams from the pit of her gut as she feels the pain of losing a child. She rushes me and I levitate a few feet above the ground in preparation. Sophie literally rises to the occasion and we are both hovering several feet in the air. The vehemence in her stare is unmistakable. 

Sophie and I are momentarily distracted by an impossibly fast-moving blur and in an instant, I know who it is. My son drives a long silver knife into the back of one of the guards and it penetrates his heart. The vampire expels blood from every orifice, covering everything within 10 feet. I recognize the knife my son is welding. It is my hunting knife from my Viking days. A knife I can no longer touch. But Ciree can, my amazing son is obviously immune to silver. The other guard gasped in shock before he swings at Ciree and comically misses, when my son ducks and moves halfway across the room in a blink of a vampires eye...fuck, he's fast.

"My turn Ciree," Tara hissed as she emerges from the shadows. She stalks towards the vampire, chanting and with an unusual but graceful motion of her hand, the magic rendered the vampire immobile. With another motion of her hand, she summons an unseen force, sending him crashing over the bar into the shelves of alcohol bottles. Ciree rushes over and slits his throat with my knife. The wound is so deep the vampire is decapitated. His head lops off and burst like a melon when it hits the ground.

I turn just in time to see Sophie has a broken bar stool leg lunging towards me; but before she reaches me, her body becomes motionless, stiff as a-board. My doll is chanting furiously, casting incantations, in an unknown tongue.

 I seize the opportunity, and with one ire-filled thrust, I send my fist into her chest, ripping through the flesh and bone, pulling out her dead heart. I put an end to the ignoble Sophie Ann, in a fitting matter for such a wretched Queen.

After I toss her cold heart to the ground, I peer over just in time to see Pam peeling off pieces of Bill Compton from her cleavage. She's fussing about her Armani dress being ruined. Ciree is sitting on my throne weeping for Stan. Tara crashes into me and we embrace one another.

All of our blood bonds chiming off each other through death-filled air. My family is magnificent, we are a formidable clan. No one can fuck with us and if they try, they shall feel our wrath.

"Pam, call upon our loyal servants. Order them to clean during the day while we sleep."